We want to live

By Amir Darwish

On a margin of a forgotten camp
With pain we want to live
With sadness
With agony
With traumas
We want to live
With or without food
We want to live
With thirst
With enemies or without them
We still want to live
Under a cut in a tent with every drop of rain at night we want to live
We want to live
At the long queues for clothes we want to live
With every step we take towards the journey of death
We want to live
With every tree we pass
With every pride swallowed, we want to live
With or without our children
We want to live
With or without our parents
We want to live
We want to live, simply because we love life.